This is it, that's the end of the joke.

Archive for May, 2012

I am trying to keep track of how much time they spend sitting across the street from my house. I only caught them for one hour yesterday, but that was late afternoon. Now, at 1pm, they’re sitting there. I am really curious as to how much time they sit hanging out on a side street every day. I think if we have that little crime, we could do some cutbacks, right?

My son’s school did some community service work at the Dubuque Arboretum. They have a Veteran’s Memorial there. For whatever reason, his classmates started spitting on it. They thought it was funny; we don’t know why.

My son had the nerve to say “what the HELL are you doing?”

He got in trouble for saying hell. Nothing happened to those who spit on the memorial.

This is what matters in Dubuque. This is how life has been at Washington all year. My son said “hell”, and that was a bad thing. Spitting is ok, even if it is on a memorial for all veterans from Dubuque.

You say, “Homeopathy is like a weird ebay auction”You say, “THIS PAPER WAS TOUCHED BY ELVIS.”You say, “THIS WATER WAS TOUCHED BY BELLADONNA”You say, “except the paper isnt trying to cure cancer.”You say, “the paper won’t keep you from going to an oncologist.”